Ode to Her Eyes

Feathered petals drizzled over green tangles of sharpened knives Slithering up from the cool, earthy floor She sits waiting; daring anyone to come closer To smell her sweet venomous fragrance Hoping you’ll gaze lovingly into her eyes Heed my warning; keep your guard up For she will capture and urge you to take her emerald stem in hand Only then you’ll find your skin pierced Your blood being sipped into her already dark petals How striking it is to see… Innocent structure standing tall Whispering sweet nothings She earns more encores than Shakespeare himself For poetry lives within her soul and stirs deep within her eyes Keeping our wild romances at bay An angelic demon that brings us closer to pain Further from love… Her contradicting grace.

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